“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” – Lin Yutang, writer

Default to masculine pronouns notwithstanding, I am so feeling this quote. As I happily sank into my living room couch this morning, I realized that, between connections, personal trips, and business trips, I’ve been through seven airports in the last four weeks. I knew I was tired, but I hadn’t realized how homesick I’ve been. As much I love new adventures, I really love the comfort and security of my home base.

But you don’t get to see and experience new places from the couch. So I’ll accept the tradeoff.

During a work trip this week, I finally got to briefly visit Devil’s Lake in Wisconsin. It’s a beautiful place and I really want to go back when I can spend more time.

Here was a section of the trail to get to Devil’s Doorway. I didn’t make it all the way, however. It was just a little too treacherous for me.

And, of course, the lake.

When I stopped on the boulder path and sat down, this is what I saw when I looked up.

My interpretation at the time was, “I love going back that way because it’s down.” So I turned back. But when I look at the photo now, the arrow seems to be pointing to the lake.

Yes. Love.

Lovely, lovely place. But I am so grateful to be home.

P.S. There seemed to be a technical problem with the delivery of yesterday’s post. So I’m including the link here just in case.